Saturday, September 29, 2012

Waar om hoop te vind, en rape vir aandete.

Ons gee daardie eerste treë uit ons gemak zone, 
neem daardie eerste stappie... 
Met oë wawyd oop, 
en 'n knop in die keel ry ons Khatamandi binne...






Haar naam is Josephine. Daar is grys in haar wimpers. Daar is goud in haar hart. Sy staan met arms vol rape, die grond nog klam aan die wortels. Ek merk op dat die groente nog nie kans gehad het om klaar te groei nie, dit is heeltemal te vroeg uit die grond gelig.

Honger kan nie wag nie. 

Josephine vertel van 'n vrou en kind net hier anderkant wat nie kos het nie - sy gaan die rape vir haar opkook om te eet. Vanaand sal sy kos hê om te eet. Môre, wie gaan sorg vir môre?




Ek probeer verby die groot nood kyk en ek sien hoop: Kinders wat waai en lag en speel. Almal glimlag vriendelik terug. Waai vir ons. Hoop. Want 'n hart van klip kan sag word en hande kan oopgaan en gee. Ek is so dankbaar vir al ons vriende wat bereid is om te gee. Solank as wat daar nog hoop is...




En daar vind ons tussen al die klein straatjies nog 'n goeie Samaritaan met 'n sagte hart en oop hande bereid om te help. 



Wanneer jy hierdie lees, in jou gemaklike huis met skoon water uit 'n kraan, 'n warm bed, 'n bad en spoeltoilet, koskaste vol tot die einde van die maand met meer as genoeg - wil ek jou bietjie ongemaklik laat voel, want nie te ver vanwaar jy nou sit nie is daar 'n onsaglike nood, en iemand wat rape eet vir aandete...

Wie gaan die hoop bring?

Mignon

Thursday, September 27, 2012

One small act of giving

My stats have gone way down.

I've missed a Tuesday.

I've missed a picture story.

But we did experience something exceptionally amazing today.

See, we've got this thing... I don't know anybody that does this, but we do... We help everybody that knocks on our door. Crazy! I know. Nobody in their right mind does that. Sometimes I want to scream because my door bell can ring at the most impossible and inconvenient times. Almost always. But that's besides the point.

Today, my door bell rings and I see a familiar face at the gate. I answer the remote phone and the only request is for taxi fare. So as usual, I send the little ones with one older child to the gate with taxi money and then the unthinkable happens: the young man at the gate hands each of my children a soft toy, followed by an old doll with missing hair, some doll's clothing and a couple of frizzy haired Barbie dolls. My children are ecstatic with joy! Thanks are being given and I stand amazed.



Amazed that even when we have nothing, we can still bless. The smallest gesture of giving can mean the world of difference in someone else's life. And today, we are the ones on the receiving end. The smallest gift can mean so much.

And this, this is why I will continue to give. No matter how small, or insignificant it might seem. One small act of giving can change a life.

Lets live generously
Mignon

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The list continues...

#2619 I can say thanks always - ALWAYS, for everything. Every gift is perfect and good because God is perfect and good - ALWAYS!

When I, 
and often I do, 
look at the future unsure, 
not knowing...

Looking back, 
I can see the list of thanks, 
and I do know that in the near future, 
I will also give thanks, 
like always, 
always good. 
Every good gift 
and everything in between 
is always just perfect, 
perfectly good.


Friday, September 14, 2012

About that Chick Flick, the Romantic novel and the Glossy Magazine

Can there possibly be anything wrong with watching a good chick flick or snug up to a beautiful romantic novel, or just page through that woman's magazine? I can feel myself stepping out of line here, but sometimes we have to step up, stand up and speak out.

I'll attempt to put my thoughts into words...

I have always loved a good, what we call a 'girlie movie' or the 'chick flick'. Since my older daughter has come of age, i.e. over the age of 13, she started watching these movies with me. Suddenly I've found myself questioning the content of these films. Can watching a lovely romantic film like Pride and Prejudice be setting our own relationships up for disaster? Most men won't match up to Mr. Darcy - except my own husband of cause! We all know real life is nothing like the movies! Are we slowly poisoning these innocent minds with so-called romantic fiction?

Nancy Wilson gives it to us straight: "A steady diet of romantic novels and films can have a devastating effect on the home. Woman can begin to look to their books for fulfillment instead of to their husbands. They can view their husbands as falling far short of the romantic ideal. This can lead over time to the desire to find a new, "satisfying" relationship where someone will sweep her off her feet and carry her away to a world where there are no responsibilities, only passion." 




The same goes for the woman's magazines: These are filled with liberal and feministic viewpoints, drawing women away from their families, glamourising working away from home, causing us to be discontent with our bodies, our homes, our children and even our husbands. Even the latest magazines on "good homekeeping" are just about me, myself, my life and what I need and want.

Nothing about good housekeeping in there for me!

Love

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Alfonso...











Goed gedoen my kind!
Ek is so bly dat ek hierdie mooi dag met jou kon deel.
Lief jou tot by die maan en terug.
Mamma
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